You're Hard on Yourself, Well You Can't Always Be Right

I went for a seatrials cruise on the new deck. It's an abstract painting with a lot of motion in it. I'm kind of sad to skate it, but I guess that means I like my graphics. It's got a lot of pop, relative to poor ole spongey pants, whom  I left in the skateboard graveyard up under the bridge. Some grave robber has been by and cleaned out all my old decks. I landed some halfhearted ******s and cruised around for a bit. At one point, I didn't see a weird crack and I fell forward, not hard, but the skateboard rolled back under a trash tricycle. Propitiously, very little trash juice dripped on my brand new griptape. I got back home a little sweaty, and got two messages on line: morning class is cancelled, and early afternoon class is cancelled. I don't have to be out of bed til 13:00. I have a salmon steak in the fridge, and some burger meat. I have some Tigers that I should be saving for later, but this breezy easy night is too good to be true. So it's Chastity Belt and buzzing and making a fire.


All those little things that keep you up at night
You should take some time to figure out your life
But you're stuck indoors and thinking poorly

You'll find in time
All the answers that you seek
Have been sitting there just waiting to be seen
Take away your pride and take away your grief
And you'll finally be right where you need to be

Take all of it, take everything you're owed
'Til you finally feel okay being alone
Yeah it's different now
Yeah it's different now, you're old

And you try and you try and you try and you try

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